Your eyes, shimmers like the stars. High as the mountains. Deep as the oceans. Lost as the forest—How could no one notice the sadness within.

Cold sunset torches
the western sky,
turning leafless branches
into flaming embers.

The world spins into night
and the solar wind is born.

Auroras dance now
with electric fire,
tearing open icy voids
beneath a long-dead moon,
immolating phantoms
above Earth’s funeral pyre.